My Father Is One Of The Few

Next Morning I Awoke, Looked Out The Window And Nearly Died Of Fright. My Screams Brought Atticus From His Bathroom Half-shaven. "the World's Endin', Atticus! Please Do Something -!" I Dragged Him To The Window And Pointed. "no It's Not," He Said. "it's Snowing.

I Don't Hafta Take His Sass

If There's Just One Kind Of Folks, Why Can't They Get Along With Each Other? If They're All Alike, Why Do They Go Out Of Their Way To Despise Each Other? Scout, I Think I'm Beginning To Understand Something. I Think I'm Beginning To Understand Why Boo Radley's Stayed Shut Up In The House All This Time. It's Because He Wants To Stay Inside.

With Him, Life Was Routine; Without Him, Life Was Unbearable.

Naturally, You Don't Sit Down In "white Hot Inspiration" And Write With A Burning Flame In Front Of You. But Since I Knew I Could Never Be Happy Being Anything But A Writer, And Mockingbird Put Itself Together For Me So Accommodatingly, I Kept At It Because I Knew It Had To Be My First Novel, For Better Or For Worse.